Deceased August 23, 2014

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In Memory

When George Gates called to tell me that George Slight had left us, my thoughts immediately went back to those happy days of a sophomore year spent living with one of the nicest, most thoughtful and considerate guys I have ever known. Four of us, Jim Clark ‘53, Bill Collins ‘53, George and I roomed together on the third floor of North where three of us drifted into varying degrees of what was commonly referred to as “sophomore slump.” But not George. Despite the many distractions we created, he managed to maintain the course. He kept in training for basketball, got his homework in on time, established the “Swearing Cup” (25 cents in the cup for every four-letter word spoken in the room) and generally set a good example for the rest of us.

A week after graduation, George ushered at our wedding and headed off for Newport and service in the U.S. Navy. After active duty, he attended and received his M.B.A. from Perdue and went to work for Inland Steel where he spent his entire career. After retirement, he and his wife, Jean, traveled between their homes in Wisconsin and Florida. As a husband, a father a grandfather and a friend, George continued to set an example for everyone with whom he came into contact. As a family member puts it, “He was a sports enthusiast, an avid golfer, a Chicago Bears loyalist, a lover of dogs and hunting and all things nature, but most of all he was our rock, enthusiastic leader and patriarch. His legacy will live on through generations.”

To which we can only add, “Amen.”

Harry Rubicam ‘53

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50th Reunion

53 George Slight.jpg I retired from Inland Steel in 1998 after 40 years in the Sales Department, sometimes managing but mostly selling. I enjoyed most of it, but the last few years wore me down fighting foreign and mini-mill steel.

Jean and our three children thought I would go nuts being retired, but they were wrong. I am enjoying life to the fullest with an orchard up here in Door County Wisconsin and a winter retreat just north of Tampa, Florida. Jean and I are still relatively healthy and our three off-spring and four grandchildren are the same. Besides playing a lot of golf: I work in the orchard, mess around with this PC and my boat, and try not to buy too many losers in the market.

This Jetter bas started me reminiscing and thinking about how lucky I am to be a Lord Jeff.

I'm lucky I got into Amherst in 1949, because I don't think I would make the cut now. I went back to Amherst last Thanksgiving weekend for the first annual Ken Wright basketball tournament and spent that Saturday morning walking around the beautiful campus.

Although many of the students were away, those left didn't seem to smile much. I don't think they are having as good a time at Amherst as we did. This is probably heresy to say, but fraternities and the male environment were hard to beat. I walked through Psi-U and missed the smell of stale beer in the basement bar. The women are allotted certain rooms, but the washrooms are coed and have available condoms sitting on the shelf like Kleenex.

I'm lucky I didn't get kicked out for Gotcha. 

I'm lucky I was able to enjoy Major League Baseball without drugs and free agency. I'll never forget watching with some of you as Bobby Thompson hit the home-run heard around the world to beat the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1951. I'm not interested in MLB anymore. 

I'm lucky to be making it back to the 50th and seeing all of you again.

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